Title: Something in the air
Author: Cauchemar, Arghenta
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: All those in season I and II + Julian Vallantine
Party: complete (1-2/6)
Rating: R
PART 1
The buzz spread of terminals in the vast room a light carpet of sound.
disturbing, in the silence of early morning, for those who had entered in that place without knowing its exact nature. Or also known ...
But that was Ianto Jones 'house', and you can enjoy the quiet morning, awaiting the arrival of his colleagues, was one of the few who liked to indulge in luxuries. He left scroll
delighted gaze on the cups arranged on the roof that hangs over the coffee corner. It was comforting sense of order and cleanliness, good to know that he had spent the previous evening to tidy up, but also comforting to know that, shortly thereafter, the work would be resumed and by evening there was to do it all.
If he had not worked in a place like that, that prospect would have seemed bleak. But it's not there, Roald Dahl Plass in, caught between heaven and earth, on the edge, straddling the slot, where it began the end ... A secret smile curled just the thin lips. Absolutely fabulous!
Myfanwy gave a hoarse cry, going over his head with his wings unfolded. It was supposed to be a technical intimidating, but taking into account the fact that the young man knew that the creature had to be there, and being that there were many ptorodattili that fluttered in the basement of Cardiff, at least he could find, that 'initiative did not make too much sense. Also had to be cooled, a few days, or maybe Owen had tried again to get him to eat spicy food. This made his call little bold ...
Ianto watched the evolution of the pterodactyl with the affection that he could reserve the puppy home.
would be a wonderful day.
A tinny, distant and muffled, the kidnapped her thoughts.
was begun.
Gwen became a long wheelbase and stretched out, already taken, and will not waste time looking around or looking at anyone. He grabbed a croissant in one hand unbuttoning his jacket with the other, then finding themselves in difficulty held it tightly between his teeth to get rid of everything. Then, again to optimize the time, in one while he muttered his greetings to Ianto, he threw his jacket on the chair and ended Tosh brioche.
Ianto looked wearing his smile - he chose the one posted as polite - even if she had spent no more than a glance. It was definitely a good girl, thought Ianto,
a perfect day like that he felt magnanimous towards the world.
The city was waking up, it was time for him to get to work, it should stay off the town in the blood to know everything, ready to have every answer.
"Jack?" asked Gwen when he had finished chewing. Ianto looked at her. Brioche crumbs on his lips, soon erased by a nervous gesture of the hand.
After a bad night, Gwen Cooper? Problems with the patient Rhys? ...
"It will be here soon" was the reply. Cortese. Tasks. Absolutely professional. Neither
a lie or a false truth.
Because the fact that Ianto Jones had not the faintest idea where Captain Harkness did not mean that he should not have to appear regularly at the Institute usual. Or maybe yes. Gwen
stood for a moment waiting for Ianto to go on. Even where it was revealed that Jack, where he had spent the night. With whom. Admitted that he knew.
But nothing was said, because there was nothing else to say, and the clatter of the emergency door tore the silence, announcing the arrival of Owen and Toshiko, deep in discussion.
Or rather, as often happened in their discussions, the restless doctor was essential as poisonous barbs targeting of the Japanese, which, in turn, is limited to fixing your back with vaguely accusatory without his calm voice revealed no resentment towards him.
"'day" Owen greeted, waving his hand at anyone in particular, and got rid of the leather jacket and dropped it on the chair at your desk with such enthusiasm that the springs groaned.
Toshiko smiled at Gwen, Ianto smiled, forgetting for a moment, the verbal attack going on between you and your doctor.
But immediately returned to the office.
"You can think what you want, Owen, but I do not think my idea is so far-fetched ... expect to see what Jack will say "
" If Jack will want to spend time with these tales as a child! "recriminated Owen, rewarded an impatient smile.
"I do not know what you pull up in Japan, but certainly do not believe you with an imagination so vivid. I mean, I saw your work I thought that at least in the sense above average female ... Obviously I was wrong! "
" What's the problem? 'Said Gwen. He felt compelled to intervene, of course, as peacemaker between the two contenders, as defender of the weak and oppressed, as a natural antagonist of his colleague and former bed partner, Owen Harper.
Ianto placed a steaming cup on the location of Tosh, smiling.
'fore the grounding the matter of missing persons ... those of the gardens ... "began Toshiko, Ianto grateful smile, and settles his spectacles on his nose.
"Already, our genius here contends that the plants to eat them 'said Owen sardonic.
"I never said something so stupid, Owen!" Interrupted the Japanese resentment, sulking.
"I only said that since all the missing people had to do with the plant world, maybe there was something strange in plants ... I mean ... "he sought understanding in the eyes Gwen and Ianto.
"We have six disappearances between Cardiff and surrounding area in the last two weeks." Punched quickly on the computer keyboard, making it appear on the screen a series of data sheets accompanied by passport photos.
"Three gardeners, the owner of a nursery, a landscaper, a collector of rare plants. All disappeared without a trace, and the police did not even know where to start ... to me it seems so obvious that the cause is to be found in plants ... "
" Yes, perhaps all six were taken to a house * Audrey II "threw out Owen, with mock seriousness.
Ianto looked up at the ceiling, while Gwen puffed out his cheeks, as always, when it was irritating.
"A Audrey II ?..." Toshiko muttered blankly.
"Of course, as in Little Shop of Horrors" Owen pointed out, standing up and start singing:
"I've given you sunshine
I've given you dirt.
You've given me nothing But heartache and hurt
.
I'm begin 'you Sweetly.
I'm down on my knees.
Oh, please-grow for me! "
" And finish it, Owen! " Gwen scolded.
shooting a beautiful voice filled the hallway:
"I've given you sunlight.
I've given you rain.
Looks like you're not happy,
'Less I open a vein.
I'll Give You A Few drops If that'll
Appease.
Now please-oh please-grow for me! "
Jack was back, smiling and cheeky as the sun of summer.
Ianto was there to take his coat and give him coffee. It was so natural that gesture that seemed Jack does not notice his presence, but as he advanced toward the group with the cup without stopping on his lips he turned and looked for a long time, with laughing eyes. He finished the coffee and offered him the cup.
"Very ungrateful that plant, I think it was originally Tyroxxis IV. They use spores to create servants that they should see but the most interesting thing is that you smuggle a powerful love potion made with .. well, do not want to know with what. And fiuuu .. "He smiled and shook his head" devil if it works. "
was about to tell with a wealth of professional photos taken when she realized she had all eyes on himself and stopped. Did not even know him because he was accustomed to the public.
It was as if he had forgotten something ...
Owen was to stop the drama:
"So these Taroxiani eat people?"
"Oh well, not exactly, the only enslaved. They feed on toxins, clean the soil. For this I am enduring. I've also heard that some are dedicated to serving them spontaneously in the field .. of spores. "
Gwen cut the digressions. Never give her the bone. "So you think there is a greenhouse that sells carnivorous monsters somewhere?"
"Listen to me girl or not?" Jack was almost offended, arms folded at his chest. But he smiled and leaned with the shoulder to the mast of the lift dissembling.
Toshiko's mind was already at work in the meantime and his fingers were running on the virtual keyboard. "If we check the sites of disappeared, we compare them with dates, try variations on the fracture .... "Fingers stopped, the tick index fingernail on the glass keyboard and bit her lip. "But how long it takes one spore to grow?" Looked at them with his eyes, as if the absence of that information was not a minor anomaly of the fracture.
"Wait, we have not yet established that this is indeed spores!" Owen stepped in, just to reiterate the concept, if any were needed, that for him the matter of the plants was a colossal idiocy. Although, in the light of the revelations of Jack ... But not for this would give satisfaction to Toshiko!
"Well, I do not think there is only one type of alien plant around, no? ... Or maybe there's a caterpillar in the leaves and he is the real culprit! "
" There are more things in heaven and earth than your philosophy I can understand, Owen Harper, "Jack ruled, air theater.
"Spore or caterpillars, I would say that it would be make a visit at last disappearing. A botanical garden, right? "Toshiko asked, while not needing an answer.
"The university's botanical garden," she pointed out, after a quick check on the terminal.
"It seems that after the disappearance of the victim number six, Greg Habbey, the vegetation has undergone a very rapid growth due to rain ... maybe ..." Tosh continued, his brow slightly furrowed.
"The police have closed the garden until further notice"
"Well, let's give the order" sighed Jack, recovering his coat from the outstretched hands of Ianto.
"Gwen, Tosh helps to collect the equipment for measurements," he ordered, "Owen brings a good supply of antihistamines"
"You're kidding?" Said the young doctor, opening his eyes.
"We're going to fight the alien spores with antihistamines?"
The captain raised an eyebrow:
"Do not underestimate the power of debilitating allergy, Owen "chided him good-naturedly.
"You bring antihistamines, and not to discuss"
PART 2
The University of Cardiff was among the finest in England but who worked there took very seriously their job, as it happens always those who are fortunate enough to do what he likes. To be a strong representative of the botanical garden had won a place in the main building, a neo-Gothic building on which the sun never seemed to shine even in direct Piea summer, the effect of dark stone, brown, who always seemed wet with rain . When the black SUV stopped, of course, opposite the main staircase caught the attention of some guys sat down to eat a sandwich peeled from the foil.
A glance, a smile, nothing more. Probably the greatest acumen that could arouse curiosity in those who grew up quizzes and Big Brother had just been shown, he thought Owen. In his day was very different ... smiled ... that those tumultuous years!
Tosh was looking upwards to look at the needles in his hand palm-rounder. Jack
hands in his pocket was the first to enter. He walked in the aisles stealing a pleasure to work. He loved those places, reminded him of other times and other lives. He felt a bit 'less alone.
"Gwen, you do the inspection with Tosh, Owen, come with me by the rector, let's hear what he has to say."
"Yes," said Gwen
"Now," continued Tosh.
It was so nice when they obeyed without question.
Owen meanwhile was at his side. Ianto had left behind, thinking that the brain buzzed like a fly to distract him. They came in short waiting room in front of the rector's study, there was only one guy sitting in a corner that looked at them to break the label and enter without knocking.
The rector was a man of uncertain age, dull as only a Welshman could be. Either this was the thought of Owen ...
seemed rather puzzled to find himself in front of these two strange characters. He had already told the police everything he knew Greg Habbey, had done his duty to avoid spreading panic ... there was no reason why it spread, right? The old Habbey had fallen into the river while returning home after a pint of the pub too, no? Or an illness, which was strange, a man of his age? ... How many times told him to look out for? But he could not think of everything, right? ...
"Now I must find a new gardener," observed including Jack, smiling the misfortunes of the rector.
"Ah, yes ... and it is not easy, you know? Our greenhouse and garden date from the end of 1700, "he explained with pride," and the natural history museum, though small, has some of the oldest collections of herbaria in the United Kingdom. Sure, Habbey merely treat the plants, it was not a botanist ... the gardeners of today feel a po'professori all, if I understand ... "
Another load of understanding smile curled the lips of Jack.
"I am sure you will find who will do well for you
" The I hope, "said the rector," is becoming a kind of jungle in there! "
" What do you mean? 'said Owen, who began to complain dell'ometto find unbearable.
"As long as there was the old Habbey everything was in order, but since he disappeared ... Well, the vegetation seems crazy, a prodigious growth! It has only been ten days! I'll have to call a company to restore order, certainly not just a pair of shears! "Continued to complain.
Jack decided he had heard enough, and said goodbye the rector, followed by the step elastic Owen.
"Frankly, the idea of diving into the river seems more realistic picture of the spores and the caterpillar," he remarked, as they walked through the corridors. A couple of female students spotted them and had to evaluate at least one of them interesting, because their eyes followed them for a while, accompanied by whispered comments.
What seemed to please the young doctor, who arranged the collar of his jacket with bold attitude.
"I love the university students ... I loved when I was already the university I know? "he confided to Jack, as if he were allowed to participate in some kind of revelation.
The captain just smiled to himself.
"The hypothesis of accidental death would be sensible if the case was isolated," said, touching his chin clean-shaven with your fingers. In the meantime, had arrived at the department of science, through a maze of corridors, outdoor cloisters, and narrow passages and dark, cool shade and quiet echo.
"And then there's the growth of plants"
"I understand, prepare antihistamines" Owen snorted.
Tosh and Gwen were in place, or in the jungle under glass.
The first challenged his handheld, the second stared grim lilies and Japanese maples. Estraesse came near the gun when they reached the companions making their way among a clump of giant forget-me.
"Hey hey" Owen raised his hand "down that gun."
"Ah, you are" Gwen sheathed the gun in the back of his trousers and wondered how Owen was injured as that. Not pretty, certainly not. In honor of the old days did not want to see that beautiful ass disfigured.
"Sounds almost like you're just you." Protest.
Jack was looking around. Deaf to their comments sniffed the air cautiously. Owen had only suspected that his posturing protagonist, but not those with less had saved his life more than once. And then, hell, he was immortal. Now, if he were immortal, what would he do? Torchwood them worked or traveled to the world? A smile curled his face while daydreaming. Noticed it and turned just in time, with the excuse to take the gear bag. It was then that he saw the boy.
was the same as the waiting room. There and then he thought he was a student but he was older and better dressed, perhaps was a doctor or an assistant. His eyes gave him no more clinical than twenty-five years. She held the hair gathered in a queue and had a brown skin open air. Even now, looking at the plants with wide-eyed expression did not have a stupid boy but a Welsh expression of the wrinkle his brow furrowed. He walked a fern
moving here, stopping to watch a trunk there, completely oblivious to the police barricades, and even of their group.
Owen was not the only one to notice the presence of the young.
"She should not be here," Gwen stepped forward, facing it, thanks to his experience in police, when still the most exciting action that could happen would have to deal quell a drunken brawl or prevent access to some nosy during an official visit.
"This area is off limits and under investigation" Clearly, if the boy was unaware of recent events.
The young man was completely absorbed by a flower as big as his head and more or less the same height, looked like a cross between a lily and a lion's mouth so it took a few seconds - or wanted to use - before watching Gwen in the eye.
"I want to forgive, not meant to be disorder. I simply could not resist in front of these beautiful plants. "
Tosh and Jack approached on tiptoe whispered
" You were right, they have to get Jenomis IV, the spores must be. "
Jack on his own would have preferred it was the pheromones, it is clearly understood by the arc drawn from his eyebrow.
"Tyroxxys, Tosh, Tyroxxys. And believe me they are not "to prove and almost came forward holding out his hand.
"Captain Jack Harkness, is a pleasure." Drew the most dazzling smile. "You you ...?" and stepped back to contemplate her from head to foot.
not find his face among members or between university professors, Ianto's voice buzzed in the earpiece.
Jack arched corner of his mouth and poked his lip with his teeth. The young man was silent for
feeling against the test. Not that she was frightened, looked for the most alarmed.
"Beautiful plants ?..." echoed Owen, vaguely disgusted letting his eyes wander the wild garden that surrounded them completely. More than a botanical garden university gave the impression a rainforest grew too quickly in too small a space. The glass walls of the greenhouse seemed about to break under that pressure, and the trees in the open area stood up and thicken to the point of banishing the sky over a dome of branches and foliage.
Gwen noticed the look that Jack threw the exit and slid behind the stranger, with a silent movement.
"We said his name ?..." shooting Jack, without the smile leave his lips relaxed, but alert and ready for any eventuality.
The young man followed Gwen with her eyes but said it did nothing to stop it. He simply wanted to make them understand that he had seen. Then
breath, lunge, before returning to watch Jack and tendegli hand.
"Andrew Loreing, working for the University of York." He was so, with his hand in the air until Jack took tightening it with enthusiasm. There is no Loreing
Andrew York, Jack. A person with that name taught them at the end of 1800.
Jack smiled even more, like a wolf would have smiled, still clutching the hand of the young.
"Andrew Loreing, reminds me of something ...". Exactly at a good time.
Andrew, or whatever his name, took back his hand and put it in your pocket, taking a step back. It was almost a signal to which Gwen snapped like a bulldog to him and what he had woven the smile of Jack Gwen destroyed in a flash. Andrew turned around, pulled something from his pocket and threw it in the face of Gwen.
Owen thought he was going to shoot it, but Jack was in the middle so they threw the gun down and made a muffled sound professional. Jack raised his hand, shouting "No! No! No, "while Gwen and Tosh began to sneeze examined the composition of its handheld poisonous dust. Andrew disappeared into the forest with a muffled curse, and Jack darted behind Owen and Gwen looked indecisive and get up and tracking.
"E 'pollen," said Tosh. "It 's just pollen." So it was with a sigh that Owen looked at the Gothic vault and went to Gwen with antihistamines.
Now that the botanical garden had become the scene of the hunt unexpected, seemed more than ever like an impenetrable thicket. Jack I was just thrilled! He was the first to dive in pursuit of the mysterious stranger, and had all the appearance of enjoying it a world in the role of hunter.
He was alone, and he knew it, and this makes the situation very exciting. Certainly, the fact that his 'prey' was a little disturbed wound his intoxication. Whoever it was, he used live, or at least alive enough to be able to tell what he knew about what happened over there ...
fessuriale intense activity for the entire perimeter of the garden, Jack.
Ianto's voice touches it and comforting like a breath after a long swim in apnea.
"Merit of our friend who goes around to pollinate the people?" He asked, without ceasing to run. As well as impenetrable, the garden seemed to be become even wider than the walls might contain.
why I bet you're already nice.
Jack grinned. He loved Ianto when he could make jokes in a tone that assumed anything but a joke!
The forest suddenly opened into a clearing, soft ferns, bright green, waving supple, driven by the flight of insects. Insects ... Jack Harkness opened his eyes, while a wasp as long as his arm pointed toward him.
Not exactly the kind of insects against which was just a bit of ammonia!
The impact was so great which ruined the grass with two large claws before his eyes. The buzzing of wings was deafening, the air moved and dazzled by making even more difficult to orient.
That animal had a terrifying force. Jack tried to turn them over to put food on the ground, but there was no way. It almost was not able to keep that ugly face away from her face.
was in this chaos the first he heard a thud, then another.
The wasp seemed even more furious.
Jack, what happened? Ianto asked in alarm, the missing link in that melee. Reply
Jack!
It was then that the beast let out a shrill scream and acute drill the timpani and the weight fell on him, barely moving his legs as thick as chicken legs. Jack pushed off to the side and helped her up a hand. The wasp was breathing with a knife in the back, right between the body and head.
"Devil" Jack said, "I do not want to meet a queen bee"
"One bite of this and you would die for sure." Said the young man bent down to study the animal.
"Oh well, I would not be a problem ..." The other turned
puckering his forehead. He held his left shoulder with his hand, his white shirt drenched in blood.
Now that the danger was again the young Jack got up gingerly and tried to get away without giving it away.
Jack raised his hand, but does not advance one step.
His gaze and gesture were good enough to convince anyone who did not stop at nothing to hide.
"I'm fine, Ianto"
other hand, raised only a small sigh.
"I'm sorry about your shoulder," smiled apologetically, addressing the unknown.
"We did not know if you were hostile
"Typical" Andrew interjected, "When in doubt: shoot ..."
Such a statement could be uttered with contempt and sarcasm, but, strangely, from the lips of the boy sounded more like an observation.
"Well, quite unusual to depart around to pollinate the people," Jack looked back, watching with keen interest.
"I've helped with the wasp for pollination in some way," he asked, concerned.
"Do not let me play. That your pretty face mastiff attacked me and I did the first thing that came to mind. I collected the pollen from one kind of call that ... "
dropped the subject, perhaps not to digress, perhaps because he fainted forces.
"Now, - spoke calmly, as he would a wild animal - now I will go. And you do not I have ever seen. "He looked at the wasp dropped to the ground. "I've shot and I have saved my life, I guess you need me."
"You mean a sense of honor, and stuff like that ?..." enjoyed Jack asked, raising an eyebrow perfect.
"Let's go! You know you can not do it until you tell me what you know! This is not a time for men of honor, if there ever was a "watched, amused, but with a touch of bitterness in his eyes, just a shadow in the reflection of green ferns.
"But I can promise you that no one will harm you, as long as work with us. Yes. You seem a reasonable proposal, Andrew Loreing, or whoever you are "alarmed expression
front of the boy his smile allrgò.
"Quiet, you are neither the first nor the last to assume a false identity. Sometimes it's the price you pay to have a life ... "As he spoke
s pgnale bent to remove the body of the wasp. It looked at the fine workmanship, moving your finger on the hilt of ivory, thus obtaining an almost sensual pleasure.
The blade was forged, not stamped as those of the most common daggers, had maintained a reflection of blue and he was treated with oil because it is not arrugginisse. The firm, which was prevented by cutting a ring at the base of the neck brass engraved with floral motifs.
"So I can not leave because I know nothing. I had to speak with the rector of common knowledge, then I saw you go in and out of the race. "It was his turn to look sarcastic. "I admit that attracted attention, do not you think? And curiosity is human nature, alas, so I followed up to here. "His face was pale as a sheet and not to mention more to walk away, maybe my legs felt heavy, thought Jack. Just as well, an easier prey. Would not miss other opportunities.
Behind them, with a large remestar of leaves, the rest of the troops arrived. Gwen and Owen with guns drawn. Gwen had her eyes and nose as red as cherries.
"This is all I know. "Replied the young man watching them. "
This may not be a time when the honor is space, but I do not care. But if you - turning to the only Jack - you are as hard as you say, well, "he grinned, looking up, thinking as she looked around in the greenhouse without borders for the first time and wondering where he was confused" So that your long ` not cooperate 'is more of a threat than a reassurance. "He looked at that terrible moment tired, blood dripping from his fingers drip.
"Shoot me if you like."
He turned and walked away slowly. There is intense activity
fissure on him, Jack.
Ianto's voice in his ear, intimate, only its ...
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry "
The hand that had rested on the shoulder of the boy was friendly, friendly smile that gave him when Andrew turned to look at. Friendly and sad.
Then his hand fell to his side, went up to the cuff of skin that the captain was wearing on his left wrist, punched something quickly, and the boy's body fell without a sound, picked up on the fly from the arms of his assailant, before falling in the ferns.
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